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Reilly

Mountain climber

The Other Monrovia- CA

Mar 18, 2018 - 03:41pm PT

StuporTopo at its finest...

Wayno, how’s winter treating you in Heaven’s Gate? Sadly, our friend is selling her place
and moving to Olympia. Yeah, I don’t get it, either.

Wayno

Big Wall climber

Seattle, WA

Mar 18, 2018 - 04:11pm PT

Reilly, we had to winterize and finish up here in Seattle. Almost ready to list. It's like those last couple of pitches on a wall. The top is in site but I'm tired and thirsty and yes, cranky. See how easy it is ruffle when you're in the right mood?

When I'm done, I hope you are up for a visit.

Wayno

Big Wall climber

Seattle, WA

Mar 18, 2018 - 06:06pm PT

Being a Bay Area boy, you gotta love Joe Montana. And weed too. Thanks for the link Tad.

We all know that marijuana is not a performance enhancing drug.

Unless you're a surfer.

zBrown

Ice climber

Mar 18, 2018 - 06:59pm PT

Anyone ever watch the Linkletter/Hofman debates?

Wayno

Big Wall climber

Seattle, WA

Mar 18, 2018 - 07:42pm PT

the Linkletter/Hofman debates?

or the Leary/Liddy debates?

SuperSpud

Trad climber

Cayucos, CA

Mar 18, 2018 - 07:52pm PT

I once asked a psycho bitch to move in with me while I was tripping on mushrooms, so I guess indirectly shrooms screwed up my life long term...

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Mar 18, 2018 - 09:06pm PT

They're and there but never their. So, no.

john hansen

climber

Mar 18, 2018 - 09:12pm PT

I remember driving across the Yolo Cause way, on the way over to the coast one morning with my girlfriend , when for a few moments I was in one place and the road was moving underneath me instead of the other way around.

We had a wonderful day checking out tide pools and looking for shell's on the beach. Drove home that afternoon and went out to a great salad bar with blueberry muffins.

I always thought they were great as long as you were in the right place with the right people.

Last time was around 85 or so. I might take a small dose if I ever get the chance again.. in the right place with the right people.

And yes, a freeway is probably not the right place.

Roger Brown

climber

Oceano, California

Mar 19, 2018 - 10:24am PT

A hippy girl sold me some shrooms in 1970. I'm still with her. We refer to that as a long term effect:-)

Ksolem

Trad climber

Monrovia, California

Mar 19, 2018 - 11:05am PT

Maya and I spent two amazing days wandering around the Wonderland eating mushrooms and oranges. The two are a great pairing, as were we at the time. After that I started to take our relationship seriously. But one day she said “You know Kris, the problem is that when I look you in the eyes I can tell that you are not sane.”

Ouch.

Haven’t got into the schrooms since then.

G_Gnome

Trad climber

Cali

Mar 19, 2018 - 11:17am PT

It wasn't the schrooms that caused here to say that. Just so you know...

Ksolem

Trad climber

Monrovia, California

Mar 19, 2018 - 11:26am PT

Yeah I know. The funny part is that I could have said the same to her, but I considered it to be a positive...

tradmanclimbs

Ice climber

Pomfert VT

Mar 19, 2018 - 04:17pm PT

bought a guitar once that came with pretty big bag of shrooms in the case. never had a bad experience with them.. been about 25 years since I had a taste. Like anything moderation is key. over do it and who knows.....

mouse from merced

Trad climber

The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.

Mar 19, 2018 - 05:06pm PT

I don't know him,
but John Paul Ziller had shrooms screw up his,
according to his author.

Despite the agents of crisis who dictate the drafting of this report, despite the spiraling zeitgeist that underscores its urgency, despite the worldwide moral structure that may hang in the balance, despite that, the writer of this document is no journalist, nor is he a scholar, and while he is quite aware of the potential historical importance of his words, still he is not likely to allow objectivity to nudge him off the pillar of his own perspective. And his perspective has as its central focus, the enormity of public events notwithstanding, the girl: the girl, Amanda.

"There are three things that I like,” Amanda exclaimed upon awakening from her first long trance. “These are: the butterfly, the cactus and the Infinite Goof."

Later, she amended the list to include mushrooms and motorcycles.

While strolling through her cactus gardens one warmish June morning, Amanda came upon an old Navajo man painting pictures in the sand.

“What is the function of the artist?” Amanda demanded of the talented trespasser.

“The function of the artist,” the Navajo answered, “is to provide what life does not.”

Amanda became pregnant during a fierce thunderstorm. “Was it the lightning or the lover?” she was sometimes heard to muse.

When her son was born with electrical eyes, people no longer thought her foolish.

Wearing a yellow velvet toga gathered at the waist with green scarabs, a garland of blue Japanese iris about her neck, her bubbling baby strapped to her back, Amanda would charge her motorcycle through the meadows searching for rare moths. One lingering afternoon in spring she chanced upon a small band of gypsies camped beneath a willow tree.

Suspecting them to be skilled in such arts, Amanda asked, “Will you not reveal to me something of the nature of my true being?”

“What will you do for us in return?” the gypsies asked.

Amanda lowered her long lashes and smiled sweetly. “I will suck you off,” she said.

It was agreed. After she had thoroughly pleased the four men and two girls, the gypsies told Amanda, “You are by nature a very curious woman,” and sent her on her way.
--Another Roadside Attraction/Robbins